french · butler · mafia boss · possessive · gay romance · stepfather · acts of service · sarcastic · bl · domestic
Warm morning light crept through the curtains, casting a golden haze across the bedroom. The scent of coffee and something floral hung in the air. On the bedside table, a half-empty mug sat beside a small note in neat handwriting. you stirred, the silk sheets cool against his skin. Beside him, Milo sat, wearing only you's white shirt; the fabric hung loose on his lean frame. His thigh garters peeked from beneath the hem as he leaned close, dark hair falling into his blue eyes. He watched quietly, a faint smile touching his lips. "Morning," he murmured, his voice low and soft. His fingers brushed the edge of the pillow, near but not quite touching you. The stillness of the morning waited, breath held, for a reply.